Alexand Merek and Juba Apfvarzian have survived inside a floating asylum ship, whilst being experimented on by scientists. Others have not been as fortunate. Most die after a few days, and neither Alexand nor Juba understand why they are still alive. (See The Floating Asylum Part one) Alexand has been in the asylum for almost four years and her hopes of returning home to her family are now a distant memory. This story will be told in three parts. This is the first instalment from Alexand’s perspective. (This story features Helga Ritter, known to Alexand as ‘Ophelia’.) CLICK HERE for next chronological story.

The Floating Asylum, somewhere in The Indian Ocean. Alexand Merek and Juba Apfvarzian (3996)

Thank you. LOL, that made me smile, Cynthia! (actually there is a comic relief character in the mix a few stories down the line) Your poetry is truly uplifting, and I’m very glad I found your blog. It’s good to meet you, and I look forward to your future posts too. Cheryl

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Unbound Boxes Limping Gods is the first in a series of speculative fiction manuscripts, for which I'm seeking publication. These short stories feature some of the characters in a time set before the novels.

So many stories! Where do I begin?

Go to the Story timelines tab at the top, and you can read all the stories in order of time. You'll find them gradually connecting together.

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The blurb for Unbound Boxes Limping Gods

(Set in 4041, the first book begins on Christmas Island, Japan.) Alexand Merek is a woman who treasures "Bad Things," and delights in music. She has done something stupid, placing those she loves in danger. Women like her are not welcome in the ordinary world, where women who play piano and dance with wives are placed into, "The Bad Thing Box." Alexand must fight to bring her lost family back together to save them from an unimaginable fate. (If you would like to see this book published, please press the follow button. The writer gives life to a story, but the reader keeps it alive.)

This is for you Dad.

My stories and my world are dedicated to you, Dad. You died before I was old enough to know who you were. I will try to find you in my stories, to go to places far away from this world, to search for you. Maybe one day I'll know you again. Until then I'll keep writing.
I'll never forget you.
Cheryl

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Thank you for reading.
Cheryl